I left my most recent voluminous ejaculate in the very beefy, hairy body of a sweet, dorkily handsome 27-year-old up in Tudor City last night. He was a bit of a talker but unlike many experiences in the past with such guys, I kind of liked it and engaged with him when he wanted to talk, even as I was mercilessly jabbing at him with my very hard prong. It didn't hurt that half of his talk was about how handsome I was, what a real man I was, how amazing my dick felt inside him, how much he wanted me to cum in him and "make him pregnant" (something that is ridiculous, but I admit it kind of turns me on, so I said "Yeah? You want me to knock you up?" and he said "Yeah, I love my big hard fuckin man." Well, OK.) After I had unloaded my hairy nuts in his rather tight hole, I pulled out and lay beside him and made out with him as he stroked his dick, and ran my hands over those massive, massive, truly beautiful thighs of his, splayed open on either side of his body and flexing as he worked his bone, and then let it slide down between the substantial, beautifully round globes of his ass. I stroked my fingers into the cleft and his asshole was freely oozing part of what I had deposited there; he was extremely wet. When he felt my fingers running through the goo, he put his own hand down there, ran his own fingers through it, and brought them to his nose, inhaling the dank smell of my private emissions and melting into the bed in pleasure and satisfaction. It was a very, very nice athletic fuck.
Afterward we talked a good bit about where we grew up and what we do for a living etc. Then we took a hot shower together, talking more and touching each other and making out. His pictures did not really do him justice; had a sweetly handsome face atop this massive, hairy, beautifully-proportioned (if a little chunky with winter weight) body, which I admit is one of my favorite combinations since I was a kid. His arms were thick and solidly muscled, and his chest, covered in a thick but not gorilla mat of hair, bulged in all the right ways. I couldn't keep my hands off him, knowing he had been inseminated by me and wanted more, and got that somewhat helpless longing feeling I get looking at someone who is that ideally shaped and masculine. It's a strange play of emotions; he submitted to my pounding and manhandling and deep-dicking and was a willing receptacle for my semen, with a steady flow of submissive talk (complete with "man-pussy" terminology) but he is a thousand times better looking, better built, and more masculine than me, in the end, and it was hard not to feel like a Junior High School student showering with a jock in the gym, fully expecting to get taunted or beat up and then running home and jerking off thinking about my tormentors.
Last night I was watching some stupid show about "new sex research revelations!!" on a cheesy cable channel, and one guy they interviewed about sexual attraction, a straight guy, said when he first laid eyes on his wife, he felt like "a little boy next to a queen." And I think I understand this feeling, though it's a little complicated when you're both guys and naturally compare yourselves somehow. There is a line in an old Nails song called "88 Lines About 44 Women" that goes, "Jeannie had a nightclub walk/that made grown men feel underage" and that sums it up. Standing in the shower with my schlubby pale body and ever-growing bald spot, watching this kid soap up his platonically ideal linebacker body, gave me a self-conscious feeling that knowing he was loaded up with enough ejaculate for two men, MY ejaculate, somehow could not jibe with. I just wanted to gawk at him and paw at him and beat off. I couldn't believe I had just fucked that and almost wanted to run away and hide.
This morning as I was going about my work, I got a text from him, that said, "My man pussy feels nice and used today, couldn't believe how much came out this morning when first awoke. Love how you wrap around me and inside me."
What a world! And he promises me his legs get even meatier, and his torso more slender, in the spring when he can ride his bike to work. I just might have to head back up to Tudor City when it's warmer and mount this beast again.